yellow phoenix is all about me, you and every individual that we meet in our day to day life. It talks about friendship, love and acquaintances. It is practically anything under the scorching heat of the sun.

Biyernes, Oktubre 17, 2008

Argyle at Loop Head Argyle kept to the outposts and edges, cliff rocks, coastal roads, estuary banks; sheltering in dry ditches, thick hedges, forts and cabin ruins, beside stone ranks; much scorned by men; much put-upon by weather. The weeping of keeners brought him hither; fresh grief, fresh graves, lights in dark localities—such signs and wonders of mortality drew him toward the living and the dead to foment pardon in a bowl of beer or leaven remission out of common bread, then, finished with his feed, to disappear. The bodies of the dead he dined over never troubled Argyle but still their souls went with him into exile and, reincarnate as gulls and plovers, dove from high headlands over the ocean in fits of hopeful flight, much as heaven was said to require a leap of faith into the fathomless and unbeknownst. Sometimes the urge to follow them was so near overwhelming he could almost taste the loss of gravity in brackish air, his leap, the sea's embrace, his savior.

Argyle's EucharistUpright over corpses it occurred to him—the body outstretched on a pair of planks, the measly loaf and stingy goblet, the gobsmacked locals, their begrudging thanks, the kinswomen rummaging for coppers—it came into his brain like candlelight: his lot in life like priesthood after all. Such consolations as the kind he proffered, by sup and gulp consuming mortals' sins, quenching hellfire, dousing purgatory, transforming requiems to baptismals; but for holy orders and a church, bells and vestments and lectionary, a bishop, benefice or sinecure, the miracles were more or less the same: a transubstantiation, sleight and feint, a reconfiguration of accounts whereby he took unto himself the woe that ought betide the rotting decadent. Perdition due the recent decedent thus averted by Argyle's hunger, the unencumbered soul makes safe to God, the decomposing dead get buried under earth and stone. The sin-eater belches, wipes his gob.

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Blog Name: Yellow-Phoenix
Age: thirties
Sex: male
Status: taken
Occupation: Nurse
Hair: black
Eyes: black
Built: medium built
Complexion: fair
Height: 5 feet 5 inches
Weight: 60 kgs
Blood Type: A+
Yellow-Phoenix
is funny, i think i'm just a natural clown who loves to see everybody laughing.
moody sometimes
unpredictable (i love the thrill of spontaneity)
adventurous? - i love to go to different places and try new things
sometimes boring.( you cannot talk to me, most especially when im bz.)
an occasional beer drinker? bwahaha!
a stevie wonder fanatic ( he's songs are really brilliant!)
a trying hard singer,(no comment)
an addict texter (can't live without my mobile!)
is sensitive,given to deep thinking, capable of great sympathy. He can be extremely short-tempered,however. He is well respected but sometimes he come into conflict with older people or those in authority. He is a natural leader. He has a strong sense of his own dignity, and if he find himself in the ranks, he can be stubborn and obstinate. In positions of power he can be difficult through stimulating bosses.
a mystery unraveled at your own risk!